I'm learning that worrying gets me nowhere.
Especially when it's about myself.
And lately, I'm becoming less tolerant of those who care about little but themselves.
"Love is...not self-seeking."- 1 Corinthians
When you are long gone and your bones have turned to dust, people will remember what you did for others, not what you sought for yourself.
You don't need a special occasion.
If you see someone needs help carrying books or washing dishes, you have an able body, do you not? Does care need an occasion?
Turn your thoughts to yourself, you have a whole lot of anxiety.
Turn your worries to others, yeah, you still get anxiety...but you also get productivity.
You get helping hands.
You get hope.
And you'll kiss many boo-boo's and give out a lot more Band-aids.
Most importantly, you'll tease smiles from otherwise sorrowful faces.
That's the greatest gift of all.
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